The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 59

"Is that Mariela?" Marak slowly shook his head, full of wonder. It seemed that the Cobalt Strike held an abundance of stunning beauty, and it wasn't that there weren't women as beautiful elsewhere, but their allure was unique, intoxicating.

Mariela paid them no heed, striding past toward the courtyard where Alavin stood, and nodded gently. "May I have a word in private?"

Alavin glanced at Mariela, then shrugged innocently as he met Celesse's gaze, signaling he was without fault.

Huh? Marak suddenly grew suspicious. Was this Alavin truly a servant? Could a mere servant attract the company of not one, but two of Cobalt Strike's enchanting maidens? His gaze toward Tyral turned icy, suspecting treachery.

The other guards also cast cold looks toward Tyral with raised eyebrows. Could a servant truly command such attention? He must have been unique in all the realms.

“I…" Tyral looked innocent. Celesse's presence was expected, but Mariela's? That made no sense.

"Please, leave us," Celesse reminded me once more.

Mariela glanced back at Marak and his men, then headed to the warehouse. "Alavin, we have important matters to discuss. Inside!"

"We'll visit another day," Marak said, not insisting further. He nodded with a smile, leading his men away from the warehouse, but as the iron door closed, he kicked Tyral in the side. Tyral cried out, tumbling down the mountain path.

"Dare you mock Lord Marak? Are you tired of living?" The guards scolded, suspecting Alavin was not truly a servant but had some feud with the young man, who used them to punish Alavin.

"Lord Marak, I swear I'm not deceiving you. Alavin is indeed a servant, and I do not know why Mariela is here," Tyral groaned, clutching his side and rising, covered in dust.

"Why did you approach me?" Marak walked past him, eyes cold.

"I..." Tyral's gaze darted away.

Marak pushed Tyral’s face aside. "Get out of my sight."

"Were we not in Cobalt Strike, you'd be dead." The guards realized this lad was using them.

Within the warehouse, Mariela regarded Alavin's bare torso with an indifferent gaze, her back to him, "Dress yourself first!"

Alavin, dressed in clean clothes, was puzzled. "What matter warrants a visit from you, Mariela?"